Chapter 54: Chapter 54: Isn I t Mr. Harris Your Man?
Translator: 549690339
“Oh.” Enna Clark foolishly took the spoon and started eating, while stealing glances at him.
That was the spoon she had used, with her saliva still on it, and Baron Lawrence took it and used it directly.
Looking at it this way, could it be considered an indirect kiss between them?
She didn’t even know how many times she had kissed this man directly, but at this moment, Enna felt a strange sensation in her heart. Her cheeks were burning hot, and her heartbeat began to race along with it.
Don’t jump!
She suppressed her pounding heartbeat, took a couple deep breaths, and finally returned to normal.
After finishing the pineapple rice, the man, who had been cold-faced, was in a much better mood. He even took the initiative to suggest accompanying her to roam around the Night Market.
Enna couldn’t ask for more; she didn’t want to return to the hotel right away after finally coming to the seaside. But she didn’t forget that the man beside her was a busy person. She looked up and asked, “I might stroll around for a while. Are you sure you want to come with me? You got nothing to be busy with? If you still have something to do, you don’t have to accompany me deliberately. You can just go and do your stuff, Mr. Harris can come with me.”
What does this woman mean? Baron Lawrence’s eyes darkened, and he sharply questioned her, “Enna Clark, are you worried that I’m busy, or do you wish I were busy so I wouldn’t bother you?”
Her little thoughts being uncovered, she shifted her guilty gaze away, denying, “No, I was just told by Mr. Harris that you came to Country W for an important meeting, so I’m afraid it might delay you.”
Mr. Harris.
Mr. Harris.
The good mood recently had a notion of turning gloomy again. He forcefully grabbed the wrist of the little woman beside him, and said with restraint, “Do you trust Scott Harris that much?”
Although Enna was baffled by his question, her instinct as a small animal made her sense danger. She skillfully avoided the inquiry, looking at him, “Mr. Harris is your man, isn’t he? Shouldn’t I trust him?”
Baron Lawrence was pleased by her reminder that he was ‘her man,’ and his thin lips pursed. The storm gathering at the bottom of his eyes vanished in an instant.
He released Enna’s wrist, put both hands in his pockets, lifted his jaw, and said coldly, “He is my man. Remember this from now on. Only trust those who belong to me!”
‘ Emma, what’s wrong with him!
Enna turned away speechlessly, taking the lead to walk ahead and explore the Night Market.
Baron Lawrence’s mood had improved, so his attitude was naturally better as well. Surprisingly, he really accompanied her from one shop to another without showing any impatience.
Finally, Enna stopped in front of a stall selling small accessories. She squatted down and took her time selecting, then picked up a pair of earrings, presenting them to him like a treasure, “Baron Lawrence, what do you think of this?”
“Just so-so.” For Lord Lawrence, who was accustomed to watching good things, saying ‘just so-so’ about a pair of trinkets worth no more than a hundred was already very generous.
In his opinion, the pair of small pearl earrings in Enna’s hand could only be described as crudely made. The only redeeming quality was that they were not garish and flashy.
Enna pouted, brought the items back in front of her to look at, and the more she looked, the more she liked them.. She stood up, asking the boss selling the items, “Boss, how much is this?”
Chapter 54: Chapter 54: Isn I t Mr. Harris Your Man?
Translator: 549690339
“Oh.” Enna Clark foolishly took the spoon and started eating, while stealing glances at him.
That was the spoon she had used, with her saliva still on it, and Baron Lawrence took it and used it directly.
Looking at it this way, could it be considered an indirect kiss between them?
She didn’t even know how many times she had kissed this man directly, but at this moment, Enna felt a strange sensation in her heart. Her cheeks were burning hot, and her heartbeat began to race along with it.
Don’t jump!
She suppressed her pounding heartbeat, took a couple deep breaths, and finally returned to normal.
After finishing the pineapple rice, the man, who had been cold-faced, was in a much better mood. He even took the initiative to suggest accompanying her to roam around the Night Market.
Enna couldn’t ask for more; she didn’t want to return to the hotel right away after finally coming to the seaside. But she didn’t forget that the man beside her was a busy person. She looked up and asked, “I might stroll around for a while. Are you sure you want to come with me? You got nothing to be busy with? If you still have something to do, you don’t have to accompany me deliberately. You can just go and do your stuff, Mr. Harris can come with me.”
What does this woman mean? Baron Lawrence’s eyes darkened, and he sharply questioned her, “Enna Clark, are you worried that I’m busy, or do you wish I were busy so I wouldn’t bother you?”
Her little thoughts being uncovered, she shifted her guilty gaze away, denying, “No, I was just told by Mr. Harris that you came to Country W for an important meeting, so I’m afraid it might delay you.”
Mr. Harris.
Mr. Harris.
The good mood recently had a notion of turning gloomy again. He forcefully grabbed the wrist of the little woman beside him, and said with restraint, “Do you trust Scott Harris that much?”
Although Enna was baffled by his question, her instinct as a small animal made her sense danger. She skillfully avoided the inquiry, looking at him, “Mr. Harris is your man, isn’t he? Shouldn’t I trust him?”
Baron Lawrence was pleased by her reminder that he was ‘her man,’ and his thin lips pursed. The storm gathering at the bottom of his eyes vanished in an instant.
He released Enna’s wrist, put both hands in his pockets, lifted his jaw, and said coldly, “He is my man. Remember this from now on. Only trust those who belong to me!”
‘ Emma, what’s wrong with him!
Enna turned away speechlessly, taking the lead to walk ahead and explore the Night Market.
Baron Lawrence’s mood had improved, so his attitude was naturally better as well. Surprisingly, he really accompanied her from one shop to another without showing any impatience.
Finally, Enna stopped in front of a stall selling small accessories. She squatted down and took her time selecting, then picked up a pair of earrings, presenting them to him like a treasure, “Baron Lawrence, what do you think of this?”
“Just so-so.” For Lord Lawrence, who was accustomed to watching good things, saying ‘just so-so’ about a pair of trinkets worth no more than a hundred was already very generous.
In his opinion, the pair of small pearl earrings in Enna’s hand could only be described as crudely made. The only redeeming quality was that they were not garish and flashy.
Enna pouted, brought the items back in front of her to look at, and the more she looked, the more she liked them.. She stood up, asking the boss selling the items, “Boss, how much is this?”
